Not well, metaphorically speaking.
I did something very stupid yesterday. Stupid-serious-stupid.
My workmate has definitely forgiven me. Though, to my horror, there is apparently evidence of me…’cuddling’ people. I was too embarrassed to look at the work pictures for last week’s function. Shudder. Still, it could be more awkward. Like at lunch today. The man at the coffee shop actually asked me to have my lunch with him. He asked me so nicely that it seemed impossible to refuse, so I said yes (I’m not quite sure why I felt I shouldn’t…perhaps that social retardation is creeping back in).
Dodging my parents’ phonecalls was not a smart move, no matter how…’unwell’ I was on Sunday. My mother had her operation on Monday and I could have been there if I weren’t such a tosser. She told neither myself nor my brother because she didn’t want to worry either of us. But it’s okay to call me and badger me about my health? I’m pretty pissed off.
Mid-week not going so well. Last night, I met up with DH on Brunswick Street, after driving around for 15 minutes trying to find a park. We had dinner at Mario’s - both of us had spaghetti carbonara (oh so yum) and glasses of wine. Mario’s is a bit of a Melbourne institution, been years since I went. Last time I was housesitting in the area. I only had one glass of wine - seemed very…weird to be so restrained!
After that DH tolerated me wanting to browse around Brunswick St Bookstore - I must be really out of it because I walked out with no purchase. Couldn’t actually find what I was looking for (though there was a very tempting, meaty volume of Shakespeare’s sonnets complete with close reading notes…yum).
Il y a deux personnes qui me détestent cette semaine. Pour la première, il a une bonne raison (mais il me blesse aussi) et l’autre - je ne sais pas ce que j’ai fait. Ma vie est plus difficile à cause de ces choses. Malheureusement, au moment je ne peux pas aller à la maison de mes parents pour des embrasses de Puss.
T, je suis très désolé…je voudrais te donner un étreinte (that noun doesn’t sound right but no one’s going to be able to read this so whatever…) - et c’est tout. Mon meilleur ami - je ne sais pas ce que tu veux me faire. J’attendrai. Je n’ai pas de choix, en réalité.
Thanks for hanging out, DH. It was ace, as always.
Violent_Kitten | 06-Jul-08 at 11:37 pm | Permalink
Glad your workmate forgave you
Hope your mum is going okay.
I made spaghetti carbonara last week, it did not work out so well…I long for the ones I had in Florence.. Or Mario’s sounds pretty good!
I should get Matt to read those last paras
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 07-Jul-08 at 12:37 am | Permalink
Yeah, workmate was really sweet. Sweet and hot…and young. Dammit, I need boy detox
I’ve never tried to make spaghetti carbonara, but I should, I dare say. Come to Melbourne and we’ll go to Mario’s, I think you’d love it.
The French is just apologies and about how people hate me…
god last week was so crap (regular-person crap).
Violent_Kitten | 07-Jul-08 at 8:51 am | Permalink
Damn, I want to come to Melbourne again! Was going to try this year, but money is running low again. Stupid medical stuff. Poo
Re the French…people don’t hate you! Giving you an internets *hug* anyway!
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 07-Jul-08 at 9:22 am | Permalink
The important person doesn’t hate me, as for the other, who the hell knows or cares.